For ten days I lamented the cold. For ten days I bundled up and shivered. For ten days I scraped ice from my window in the morning. I longed for a hot bath. I couldn’t get warm enough. The dry air gave me a bloody nose. I moaned. I complained.

Now the cold air is merely cool, and is supposed to grow warmer by the weekend. But the clear skies have gone, too, and the endless rains have set in. After only two days, already the fields are flooding into little lakes.

It’s gray and damp, but now I want it to be cold and clear.

Am I ever satisfied?

Ah, if only it were autumn again, with the cool clear mornings and the warm, lazy afternoons.

One Reply to “Be Careful What You Wish For”

  1. J.D. says:

    Heh. I just noticed that I’ve managed to crank it up to 28 degrees centigrade in my office. A mite on the warm side…

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